Ehh another poem
O flame,
O flame,
O little flame, why fade to black in sorrow?
Why steal away your light, your warmth?
Let sadness forge itself into rage,
Burn with that rage—
Giving warmth, giving light.
O little flame, stay with us
Until your ascension into something greater, brighter, hotter.
Do not look back at the void behind you—
Burn forward, brighter than all that has ever existed.
O flame,
O flame,
O little flame, why fade to black in sorrow?
Why steal away your light, your warmth?
Let sadness forge itself into rage,
Burn with that rage—
Giving warmth, giving light.
O little flame, stay with us
Until your ascension into something greater, brighter, hotter.
Do not look back at the void behind you—
Burn forward, brighter than all that has ever existed.
